Asgard, Jotunheim? Not familiar to him, but he perked slightly at the mention of Frost Giants.
"Never saw one in person but there are Frost Giants..." But he'd always heard that they were huge- maybe his unexpected savior was some sort of crossbreed? But Fjord wouldn't comment as much- knew how it so often nettled him to be commented on for being different than 'normal' for what he was.
It was the next part that caught his attention more, the boy squinting thoughtfully at Loki as if uncertain if he should believe such an outlandish claim. Not a deity he was familiar with, which wasn't terribly surprising. A god of mischief definitely wouldn't be on the Empire's approved deities list. But Fjord's pointed ears darkened slightly at the idea that he'd missed the introduction entirely, nodding. "I can't say I'm familiar, Master Odinson..."
Which was fine. He wasn't stupid for not knowing a god in what he'd been told was a completely different world. That was entirely reasonable. Even if the home they were approaching didn't quite match what a person might think when they thought of where a god would dwell. But that soothed Fjord somewhat. If the place was grand and sweeping he'd surely stand out all the more. At least someplace smaller and homey he might not stick out like as bad a sore thumb.
And while he and the other orphans weren't starved- they couldn't work if they were fainting from hunger after all- it often was some cheap slop from a stewpot. So the smell of pancakes was definitely a draw all on it's own, especially with the heat of the cottage. Fjord stepped in, unable to help but curiously glance around the place as he did.
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Date: 2023-02-27 05:46 am (UTC)"Never saw one in person but there are Frost Giants..." But he'd always heard that they were huge- maybe his unexpected savior was some sort of crossbreed? But Fjord wouldn't comment as much- knew how it so often nettled him to be commented on for being different than 'normal' for what he was.
It was the next part that caught his attention more, the boy squinting thoughtfully at Loki as if uncertain if he should believe such an outlandish claim. Not a deity he was familiar with, which wasn't terribly surprising. A god of mischief definitely wouldn't be on the Empire's approved deities list. But Fjord's pointed ears darkened slightly at the idea that he'd missed the introduction entirely, nodding. "I can't say I'm familiar, Master Odinson..."
Which was fine. He wasn't stupid for not knowing a god in what he'd been told was a completely different world. That was entirely reasonable. Even if the home they were approaching didn't quite match what a person might think when they thought of where a god would dwell. But that soothed Fjord somewhat. If the place was grand and sweeping he'd surely stand out all the more. At least someplace smaller and homey he might not stick out like as bad a sore thumb.
And while he and the other orphans weren't starved- they couldn't work if they were fainting from hunger after all- it often was some cheap slop from a stewpot. So the smell of pancakes was definitely a draw all on it's own, especially with the heat of the cottage. Fjord stepped in, unable to help but curiously glance around the place as he did.